Page 10 of Remember Me

She had a subtle smile on her face as I bounced her on top of me. When I’d worked her into a better rhythm, I moved my hands to her ass and dug my fingers in. No doubt I’d left marks, but that was okay. Alyssa liked it and even asked for them regularly. Apparently, it wasn’t just me who liked everyone to know she was mine.

“Aiden.” Her voice was a soft whisper as her hands clawed at my chest and her pussy started to clench. She was just about ready to come again, so I dipped one hand between us and coated my fingers in her juices before lifting them to her mouth.

She didn’t question it, she just opened her mouth and sucked on my fingers as she fell apart on me.

The visual feast in front of me, combined with the way her pussy clenched around me, dragged me straight into my own release.

Sweaty and spent, she fell forward, collapsing all of her weight on top of me. As she breathed heavily, I stroked her back, loving the wet feeling between us.

I pulled out a few tissues from the pack we’d stored back here for times like this. Alyssa was as insatiable as I was horny, so we were always thinking about when was the next time we’d be able to get off. The car wasn’t new for us, but the location outside of my father’s house with the window half-way open was.

“What was that for?” she huffed out, looking at me a little tired and spaced out. Even with her matted hair and smeared make up, she looked better than perfect. She was a freaking goddess and knowing she looked like that because of me covered me in pride.

“That was for putting up with my father and his fiancée through that god awful lunch and still agreeing to go to a football game with me tonight.”

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my father thought it was appropriate to marry myallegedex-fiancée and then invite us to dinner to gloat about it. It was creepy and I didn’t want anything to do with it. The only silver lining was he’d finally stopped hassling me about Alyssa, which meant marrying her was fully on the cards in my deck. Now I just needed to make sure it was in Alyssa’s too.

Still, the idea that Natalia ever thought she might end up as my stepmother was enough to make my skin crawl. If she was banking on getting her hands on my father’s money, she was in for a rude awakening. That man had his wealth buried in so many trusts and shell accounts, she’d need a damn treasure map to even sniff them out.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around me as she moved up and down on my cock. Was she trying for another round? Because as far as I was concerned, I’d need a couple minutes before I was ready. I didn’t stop her trying, though. “A football game. Is that what you’re calling the most watched sporting event in the world?”

I lifted my hips, thrusting deeper into her, and we both groaned. Scratch that. Apparently, I didn’t need time at all. Round two was already happening. Only this time, we were wet and well lubricated.

“I do believe the World Cup might have more viewers,” I challenged, gripping the back of her neck, guiding her eyes back to mine. “But none of them get this view.”

She was riding me slow and deep, her body working mine like she knew exactly how to ruin me, and this time, I let her. I didn’t move. I just laid back and watched the woman I was completely obsessed with take control.

And fuck, she looked unreal doing it.

“Either way, we’re going to the Super Bowl tonight, and you’re acting like it’s just some night out with the boys.”

“They are my old roommates, not my boys, and if we want to get to Atlanta in time, we’re going to need to get to the private jet soon.”

She rolled her eyes defiantly. It was hot as hell and I couldn’t help but laugh. I leaned in before sucking on her neck, nipping it softly, but just hard enough to leave a mark.

“Do you have to call it your private jet?” Her voice was husky and sex fueled.

“Would you rather I call it using my daddy’s money wisely?” I teased, licking across my newly made mark.

“That’s even worse.” She wasn’t moving away from me, so I couldn’t be all that bad.

“Maybe. You know, we haven’t tried fucking in it for a while.”

“Is that all you think about? Sex?”

I lifted my gaze and raised my brow, trying to hide my smirk. “This coming from the woman who is literally riding my cock right now. Tell me, babe, how’s my piercing working out for you? If you let me add a ring to your finger, maybe I’ll add another one to my cock. Would you like that?” I emphasized the question with the thrust of my hips, knowing I’d hit the right spot at this angle.

She closed her eyes, scrunching her nose and she bit her bottom lip. If she was trying to hide how good this felt, then she was doing a terrible job at it. I already knew this was her favorite position because it was when she could feel it the most.

“Aiden, I think I’m—”

Her fingers dug into my shoulder, and then it hit. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp breaking from her lips as she cameagainwith my cock still buried deep inside her.

I watched it happen. My eyes were locked on her as she unraveled, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. My gaze dropped, zeroing in on the place where our bodies met and I watched the way her pussy clenched around me, milking every inch with a rhythm that sent a bolt of heat straight through me.

That was it. That view and feeling her tight, slick pussy pulsing around me shoved me right over the edge. I groaned low in my throat, thrusting once, twice more, then came deep inside her, spilling what little I had left, since I’d already emptied myself into her earlier.

We didn’t move for a beat, both of us catching our breath, our bodies still humming with aftershocks.

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